They wanted compliance
She wasn't compliant
She was the opposite


"Defiance" wasn't a desirable trait
No, they wanted her to be compliant
No matter the measure

There were cures for
Her condition and they would seek them
Anything to cure her

Of that conditioned called "Defiance"

She sat
Staring idly at nothing
Looking right through things

She wasn't the same

Her eyes was devoid of life
She was silent, just staring
Into nothing

Catatonic, unaware, a shell

She was deemed "fixed"
"Fixed" meant being compliant
It was as things should be

Rather, what they claimed things should be

Gone was what that "condition"
She was cured of that and now
She had nothing

But an existence of compliance